Timothy

The girls were laid out on two of the many 'sun lounges' which surrounded the ornate mosaic tiling of the swimming pool. Standing upon the glittering marble which formed the outer perimeter of the pool, stood low wrought iron tables. The tops of the tables were magnificently finished in blue and gold inlays which echoed the pattern of the pool flooring. Large blue and gold sunshades were interspaced between the brightly coloured mattresses of the chairs and lounges.

Both Susan and Gail had changed from their summer dresses into bikinis, allowing the sun's rays to caress their young bodies as they lay on their backs. Their heads were turned towards each other as they conversed quietly. They had made Timothy lay down upon a large bath-towel which had been placed ready over one of the sun lounges. The lounger had been deliberately positioned on its own near the shallow end of the spectacular kidney shaped pool. The girls had made sure that he would be well out of earshot of their conversation.

Occasionally the girls would look across at him as he laid face down on the blue and gold striped towel. They could both see that his face was still blushing from the accumulated embarrassments that he had suffered during the morning.

Gail and Susan were well aware that he had chosen to lay face down to hide his excruciating embarrassment at the brevity of his covering. Timothy was constantly reminded by the warm gentle breeze that flitted across the pool area, that his buttocks were completely bare and that the baby napkin hardly covered the crease of his bottom. He was also aware that it would have been even more revealing to lay face upwards as the material would certainly not cover his penis and testicles to any great extent. He could feel the soft fluffy material rub against his penis every time he shifted his position upon the sun-bed.

It had been an hour since they had left the large bathroom and Timothy had taken his embarrassing walk from the house to the pool area; his hands being held by the girls as they walked at either side of him, leading him captive and ashamed towards the pool area. Deliberately they had left him to lie in the sun so they could talk about the day's events. Gail was delighted with the progress she was making with the young boy, but she was keen to interspace her domination of him with periods of normality.

They had watched him blush profusely when the young maids had served him sandwiches and orange juice on the low table by the side of his sun-bed. They had hidden their amusement when he had endeavoured to keep his hips pressed to the surface of the bed as he turned to mumble his thanks to the maid.

The girls talked together, lazily stretched their beautiful bodies as the sun grew hotter. Timothy appeared to be dozing too as Gail continued looking across at him, gesturing at Susan to observe the young boy's beautiful body. She whispered to her friend,

"We'll give him another half hour and then I think it will be time for him to have a swim… in his little napkin." She almost giggled as she thought of the boy's impending embarrassment.

It was indeed half an hour before Gail got up and stood next to the boy's bed. She took the opportunity to examine the contours of his body, especially the firm twin hillocks of his buttocks as he laid slumbering, face down upon the sun lounger. She leaned over and placed her hand, not upon his shoulder as one might normally do to awaken someone, but gently upon his upturned bottom causing him to awaken with a jerk and turn his head towards her in alarm.

"Poor baby, you must have been sleeping… did I startle you? If I had known I would have left you to get some rest. This morning must have been traumatic for you. Never mind, now that you are awake I think you ought to have a little swim. Don't worry, Geraldine is coming down to keep an eye on you in case you get out of your depth."

Gail had observed the boy's face turn from its normal colour to a deep shade of red as his feelings of utter embarrassment and humiliation returned to him.

He was once again, acutely aware of the brevity of his covering as Gail took his arm and made him stand up. To Timothy's horror he realised that his penis had stiffened during his short sleep and was clearly outlined against the fluffy white towelling of his brief covering.

The girls' carefully laid plans could hardly have been more perfectly executed as if on cue, Geraldine walked down the steps towards the pool area. She was wearing a one piece bathing costume, her perfectly formed figure giving her the appearance of an athletic goddess as her lithe legs traversed the stone steps.

Timothy blushed deeply; his short sleep had been his only escape from the embarrassment of the day. Now as he stood nervously aware of the stiffness of his penis as it pushed against the soft material of the diaper, he felt his body shiver from head to foot. Geraldine approached him, her bright smile, which displayed her perfectly white teeth, did little to allay his fears of further embarrassment and humiliation. The beauty of her body immediately put him ill at ease as she came to stand in front of him. Her face was freshly and exquisitely made up. Her beautifully shaped reddened lips pouted as she mimed concern for his nervousness and embarrassment.

"Poor Timothy, did the girls wake you from your little sleep…. never mind, you can have a little swim and I will stay here and keep an eye on you."

Her voice was patronising and aloof as she touched his burning cheek with the tips of her beautifully manicured fingers. The bright red nails still contrasted against his blushing red cheeks as she moved her fingers almost tenderly over his perfect skin.

The tender but condescending gesture caused Susan to almost giggle at the overt way Geraldine was embarrassing the young boy. She watched with amusement as Geraldine turned him around and gleefully patted his bared buttocks as he stumbled in utter shame towards the steps that led down into the shallow end of the pool.

All three of the girls moved to sit at one of tables, the umbrella above them, effectively shading their bodies from the sun, as they watched the boy begin to swim. It was an ideal vantage point from which to leisurely examine the movements of his young body as his limbs pushed fluently against the water.

"I can see why you are enamoured with our young swimmer." Geraldine said mischievously as she looked at Gail.

"He has the most perfect of all physiques, not too muscular and with excellent proportions. Now how badly do you want Patricia and I to embarrass him… just a little or an awful lot?"

She tilted her exquisite face and laughed as she saw Gail's impish grin. Gail thought for a moment before she replied.

"It is not just the embarrassment; I want you to make him feel small… as if we think of him more as a child. I know he is quite acquiescent as it is, but I want him to feel that perhaps he is not as old as he thinks he is… if you get my meaning… and exaggerate the gap between our ages"

Geraldine looked at Gail intently, her face becoming serious as she pondered.

"I think I know exactly what you mean… although he will know he is not a child, I think I can certainly bolster your authoritarian approach. To emphasise… that while you are an adult… he is still in his childhood"

Gail smiled in appreciation. "There you are Geraldine… you have it in one!"

Timothy avoided looking up as he turned to swim back to the shallow end; in fact he managed to avoid the seeing the avid attention of the girls altogether, as he began to swim lengths of the pool. He was thankful that the diaper had been fastened tightly enough to stay in position while he swam, although he avoided more violent movements as a precaution against it coming loose. He began to enjoy the feel of the water and for a while became absorbed in his swimming.

It must have been over half an hour before Timothy suddenly became aware that Gail was standing in the shallow end of the pool. As he approached her she gestured for him to get out of the pool and then, much to his relief she turned around and went back to the table. He grasped his diaper firmly at either side as he exited the water. To his horror the weight of the sodden material threatened to slide down from his body. He could feel water running down between his legs as he struggled up the steps.

He felt ill at ease and awkward holding the diaper up. He looked across at the girls as he headed towards his sun-bed. Thankfully he managed to grasp the large blue and gold bath-towel and wrap it around himself. Although he was able to dry his body easily, he could feel the copious amounts of water that still drenched his diaper. He tried to avoid looking at the girls but was unable to avert his eyes sufficiently to avoid seeing Gail gesture for him to come over to their table. He noticed that Geraldine had left the pool area and felt relief that she would not be there to further his embarrassment.

The beauty of the two girls, dressed as they were in only the skimpiest of bikinis, troubled him so much that he was only able to blush profusely and look at the floor as he approached them.

Gail's voice was bright and quite authoritarian as she addressed him. "Now Timothy I want your little body dried properly. We must not have you catching cold with so much treatment still to come. Do you think you can do that yourself… or would you like Susan and I to dry you? Little boys can be so remiss in looking after themselves!" Timothy managed to blush to such an extent that his face turned bright red. Gail felt sure she could almost feel the heat from his cheeks as he bent his head and looked at the floor before mumbling a hasty reply.

"Oh please …er noooo er… missss. I will do it myself… er I am nearly dry." Gail looked at him, her heart skipping with a beat of delight as he clutched the towel to his body. Reluctantly he had to look up at her, feeling the need to assure her that he was able to dry himself.

His face was a picture of embarrassment as she caught his eye and held her gaze, not allowing him to avert his eyes, even for a second." Give me your towel and let me look at you… I am certainly not reassured that you are able to dry yourself. Susan, please take the towel from him and I will have a look to see if he has dried himself properly."

Timothy blushed again, as he looked at Susan's pretty face. Her expression showed some sympathy for his embarrassment as she held out her dainty hand and took the towel from him.

Desperately he grasped the sides of his diaper and pulled the napkin up into position. He looked at Gail nervously as she steeped forward and brushed her hands over his chest. Her gently fingers immediately playing havoc with his senses as she sensuously slid her fingers down over his tummy to his waist. She grasped the waist of the sodden napkin and pulled his body closer to her.

"Why Timothy, you are a naughty boy. This diaper is soaking wet, it has not dried at all. I have a good mind to smack your bare bottom for telling me such fibs."

Timothy managed to blush once more as Gail grasped the napkin firmly and turned her body away from him.

"Now come along, I am going to take you into the house and get you dried properly."

She led the confused and flustered boy firmly by the waist of his diaper, almost pulling him up the steps and towards the house. Instead of taking him back to the main patio doors she led him towards the east wing of the house, where a stout portico shielded a white painted doorway. She altered her grasp upon the waist of his nappy, her finger tips touching the freshly shaven flesh of his pubis as she guided him to the threshold of the sturdy studded door. She turned him towards her as they came to a stop.

"Now Timothy, when you go inside, I want you to ask either Miss Foster or Miss Drew to give you a dry nappy."

Her words and stern look reduced Timothy to blushing even more deeply, his lips trembling as he looked at the beautiful 'Head Girl'. He was near to tears of embarrassment as he turned towards the doorway and waited, acutely aware of how near her fingers had been to his penis as she let go of him.

"I am very cross with you Timothy, trying to hide your wet nappy. I want you to promise that you will be a good boy from now on. I have the responsibility of making sure you behave and you know what that could mean, don't you."

Timothy blushed once more a Gail looked at him sternly. "Now knock on the door like a good little boy and wait for someone to answer you." She turned away from him, and strode off back towards the pool area, leaving the boy blushing as he clutched the soaking diaper to his waist.

He held the nappy firmly with one hand and knocked timidly upon the stout door. He shivered with embarrassment as he stood clutching the sodden material to his body and waited for someone to answer the door. The portico which covered the doorway shielded his body from the sun and it was not long before his pale flesh was covered with goose pimples as he stood shivering. He felt cold and clammy, detesting the feel of the water which dripped down the insides of his legs from the soaked diaper.

Patricia and Geraldene were each seated behind their office desks. Each desk was equipped with a neat and expensive computer terminal as well as two telephones. The top surface of both desks was covered with a large leather trimmed blotter pad. Geraldene had a ledger opened and Geraldene was using her computer terminal.

The large room was oak panelled from floor to ceiling. The rich grain of the panelling shone from the light of the windows, which also extended from the floor right up to the stone pelmets which met the ceiling.

Stout oak filing cabinets surrounded the room, the glass doors revealing the rich leather bound files and reference books. The oak boarding of the floor was highly polished, setting off the beautiful Persian rugs that presented the room with an extra air of opulence and luxury. The guided and scrolled secretarial desks used by Patricia and Geraldine were set at right angles to each other facing into the centre of the room. A large mahogany table occupied the centre space which was used by Constance Goodman for meetings with her staff, and on some occasions, suppliers of goods or services for the household.

The table was normally bereft of covering, it's beautifully figured wood grain surface, regularly polished to a perfect shine.

Today it was covered with a protective pad which had been designed to shield the table when not in use. The underside of the pad was made of felt, which protected the rich surface of the wood, whereas the top was made from a tough vinyl which allowed even heavy objects to be placed on its surface without damage to the wood.

On top of the padded table covering, there had been placed a luxuriously large bath towel. The fluffy white material had been folded in half and spread inwards from the end of the table. A tray had been placed in the centre upon which stood an assortment of containers and jars as well as two neatly folded towels. To the side of the tray had been placed two diapers and on top of these two large safety nappy pins, each four inches long. The nappies and pins had been deliberately positioned in such a way that they would be immediately noticeable even to the most casual observer. On the floor beneath the table was a large bowl of hot water and immersed in the water were two wash cloths.

Patricia and Geraldene were both dressed smartly and similarly. Both wore white sea- island cotton blouses and navy blue skirts. Although their choice of dress had been specifically chosen to give them an air of efficiency and purpose, the tailoring also showed off the beauty of their lithe and athletic bodies. Both girls were exquisitely made-up. Their beauty was stunningly amplified by the careful application of their expensive cosmetics.

At the sound of knocking upon the door which led into their office, Patricia leaned forward, her beautiful breasts pressing against the shiny surface of the desk as she smiled knowingly at Geraldene.

She waited and then called out nonchalantly… "Come".

She had to repeat her instruction before she heard the handle of the heavy oak outer door begin to turn. She looked at Geraldene and quickly stifled a giggle as she saw her fellow secretary studiously smoothing her hand over the nipple of each of her breasts. Patricia could see that the plump nubs of flesh, naked beneath her cotton shirt, had stiffened and now stood out in sharp relief, enveloped by the sheer cotton of her blouse.

They heard the boy enter the vestibule which was separated from the office by French doors. They could see a vague image of the young boy through the mullioned panes of glass as he turned to close the door behind him.

Both Geraldene and Patricia pretended to concentrate upon their work as Patricia called out to the boy.

"Please come through."

Clutching his soaking diaper with one hand, Timothy managed to turn the handle of the glass door. Nervously he walked through into the room. He blushed in confusion and embarrassment as saw the two secretaries and the lavish environment of the room.

The contrast between his almost naked state entering the apparent normality of an office environment made him shiver with an acute feeling of utter stupidity. He quickly clutched his napkin with both hands, aware that neither of the two secretaries had yet looked up from their work. He wrestled with the urge to flee as he stood shivering with trepidation, aware that the moment when they would look up and see his nakedness, was still to come.

He stood blushing and fidgeting nervously as slowly both girls raised their heads and looked at him. He felt an involuntary and violent shudder run through his naked body as they looked at him. Their eyes flicking over his naked form, taking in every detail of his shivering form.

"Ah, Timothy… its you is it! Well come over here and stand in front of my desk." Geraldene said. Her voice was calm and quiet as her eyes continued to look the boy over.

Timothy blushed even more violently as he clutched his nappy and stumbled, rather than walked over to stand in front of the young secretary's desk.

Suddenly Geraldene gasped. "Look at you, your nappy is soaking wet. You will catch your death of cold. Just look at him Patricia, his nappy is sodden."

Geraldene looked Timothy in the eye once more, causing him to blush to an even deeper red as she spoke. "Oh dear Timothy have you wet your nappy. I have never seen such a wet nappy. Why didn't you ask someone if you wanted to go to the bathroom? To wet your nappy like that is unforgivable… what on earth must have you been thinking about to get your self in such a state?"

Timothy could not believe what the young secretary was saying. He stammered and stuttered, finally getting the words to form. "Oh noooo… er miss. I was… er swimming… er misss."

Patricia smiled at the boy's distress. "That's right Geraldene. Didn't you tell me he has been splashing about in the pool. Mind you... his body is dry and yet his nappy is still soaked so perhaps he has wet himself after all. Little boys never seem to be able to control themselves."

Ignoring the boy's look of horror and disbelief at her words she stood up and looked at him keenly.

"Well either way we will have to get you cleaned up… and that little nappy of yours changed. I would hate you to catch cold. Little boys can catch cold so easily. If you would give me a hand Geraldene we can lay him on the towel and see how wet he is. I see that Jessica has brought some fresh nappies and some powder for his little bottom."

Timothy looked around the room in anguish, not knowing if he was looking for help or a chance to escape. He started to shiver as his eyes caught sight of the nappies and pins and jars of talcum powder which had been placed upon the table. He looked at the two secretaries as they both came around from their desks and approached him like beautiful predatory goddesses. His close proximity to their beauty overwhelmed him. He looked down at the floor in dread as they stood at either side of him. He could not help the flush of blood to his face as Patricia gently placed her hand under his chin and raised his head. She looked into his eyes, her expression, almost a parody of concern and tenderness.

"Poor baby, fancy having to stand shivering in a wet nappy... never mind sweet child, we know how to take care of little boys with wet nappies."

Timothy's humiliation knew no bounds as she spoke those humiliating words to him. He wanted to protest, but such was his trauma that he merely gasped. He felt heady as they placed their soft hands around his waist. The aroma of their perfume and the closeness of their bodies made him tremble with humility. Both girls bent forward, their hair brushing over his chest and tummy as they held him around his waist and reached with their other hands around the back of his thighs. Unceremoniously, he felt himself being chair-lifted gently but firmly up on to the table. He shivered in humiliation as they placed him upon his back on top of the fluffy towel.

He blushed and trembled as he suddenly realised his position. He squeezed his eyes shut with embarrassment as he felt his arms being placed flat on the table above his head. To his horror, busy fingers were already undoing his nappy. His eyes flew open in horror as the nappy was swiftly unfastened and the front pulled off and down between his legs, leaving his genitals bared and exposed to their gaze.

"Pleease… oh noooo please….sssss."

He could not help his cry of anguish as they unceremoniously lifted his legs up into the air and then over his chest as the wet nappy was pulled out from beneath him.

Both Geraldene and Patricia thrilled at the sight of the young boy, his perfect body now naked and exposed, available to their every whim. Geraldene could not resist trailing her fingers upwards over his thigh, caressing his flesh as she spread her hand and deliberately brushed his penis from side to side.

"Poor baby… your body is all clammy… even your little winkle is damp!"

Timothy turned his head to the side in shame as he tried to avoid the embarrassment of seeing the two beautiful girls looking at him.

Patricia was determined that she would not allow him to any respite from their attentions. Gently she took his face in his hands as she heard Geraldene take a wash-cloth from the bowl of water. She looked deep into his eyes and moved her face close to his, her lips pouting in sympathy as she spoke in an even more childlike voice to him.

"Poor Baby… you must have felt very uncomfortable wetting your nappy so… never mind sweet child… we are going to give you a nice table bath with lovely warm water. We know just how to take special care of baby boys."

She held his head so that he could not avoid her eyes as he blushed profusely at her words. She saw him suddenly flinch as Geraldene slapped the wash cloth down over his penis and testicles and began to wash him.

"There, there… is that better my poor baby… mmmm sweetheart?"

Timothy did not know where to put himself. He felt soft fingers hold his penis as the washcloth was pushed between his legs. In horror he watched as Patricia stood upright and took his legs behind the knees, bending them over his body as he felt the washcloth pushed firmly between the cheeks of his bottom.

Timothy could not help watching in horror as Patricia parted his legs allowing Geraldene to probe his bottom with a soapy finger. He tried to squirm away from her ministrations, but could not avoid her finger as it pressed against the opening of his bottom.

"Oops… there we are." She remarked triumphantly as she inserted her finger deep into his bottom. She turned her face to Patricia and spoke matter of factly.

"Well at least he has managed not to mess his little nappy with poo poo. I'll just make sure his little bottom is nice and clean. There… we are… just one more little push now and Patricia can wash your little penis for you."

Timothy squirmed his hips from left to right as Geraldene rotated her finger deep within his bottom, her thrusts deft and sure, allowing him no escape from the acute and humiliating sensation. Patricia held his legs firmly as Geraldene continued thrusting her finger even more deeply into his bottom. She could see his face grimace with anguish as she rotated the flesh of her forefinger over his prostate gland.

Seeing that his penis had already begun to engorge, Patricia looked keenly at Geraldene and began to lower his legs. Geraldene took the hint and gently extricated her finger from his bottom. She helped Patricia position his legs so that they were laid widely apart, bending his knees so that his genitals were rudely exposed.

Patricia looked at the boy and spoke softly to him.

"There my sweet child… I am just going to wash your little winkle and then we will powder your bottom. Before you know it you will be snugly wrapped in a nice dry nappy… it will feel lovely after that old wet one!"

Timothy could do nothing but helplessly watch her as Patricia bent over and took his tumescent penis between her finger and thumb. Her gentle touch startled him, he felt an involuntary throb run through his loins as she quickly pushed the foreskin back and held out her other hand to Geraldene.

"Please pass me a new wash cloth would you dear." She curled her fingers around the shaft of his penis and gripped hard, pulling the foreskin down until it was stretched tightly.

As if it was of no consequence she slapped the soaking wash cloth down over the head of his penis, watching him jerk his hips in anguish as she drew the coarse material over the very tip.

"There now sweetheart, we are nearly done."

She felt the throb of his penis beneath her fingers as she deftly washed behind the glans of his penis. She continued running the material over the tip and the sensitive rim of his penis until he was completely erect and his timid flesh was throbbing violently. Nonchalantly she took the entire cloth in her hand and slapped it noisily between his widely parted legs, drawing it upwards over his swollen testicles.

Timothy was in turmoil as Patricia held his penis in a firm grip while they washed him thoroughly. Patricia was aware that she would soon have to release his penis, if he were not to ejaculate right there and then. She reluctantly let go of his pulsing flesh, and together the girls dried him with white fluffy towels, lifting his legs high and wide as they dried his bottom.

"Right now my little man… we are just going to turn you over so we can powder your little bottom."

Without waiting for a response they quickly rolled him over so that he was laid on his tummy. Again Geraldene took the opportunity to spread his legs widely apart as Patricia took a container of talcum powder and liberally sprinkled his bottom with its contents.

Timothy moaned in embarrassment and confusion as they pried open his bottom cheeks and ran their fingers between the crease. Their hands were soft and gentle; their fingers penetrating every crevice as they sensuously stimulated his sexual feelings.

Timothy moaned, not only in response to their ministrations, but also with the acute and degrading embarrassment of his treatment.

On and on and on, they stroked and smoothed their hands over the cheeks of his bottom and between the deep cleft of his buttocks. Time after time they deliberately scored their fingertips over his sensitive sphincter until he cried out in anguish.

"pleeeaaaaaaaaasseee… er missssssss." The final word was enunciated like a hiss as they inflamed his senses to a fever pitch. Patricia watched as he tried in vain to turn his head towards her, his neck muscles tensed and constricted as he gasped with the sensation of it all.

"Hush now little one… we know what is best for baby boys… just try and push your bottom up like a good boy so that we can powder in-between your little cheeks."

They continued for a further few minutes, delighting in the young boy's utter humiliation and as he squirmed and shivered under their diligent stimulation of his body. They looked at each other, both smiling mischievously as in turn, their fingers probed impudently between the tender cleft of his buttocks.

Patricia stood upright and delightedly smacked both of his cheeks with the flattened palm of her hand, causing him to jerk his body in shame and surprise.

"There we are that should do now let's get you turned over so we can powder your little Winky."

As they rolled him over they were surprised at the turmoil and anguish that was written on his face until they saw how violently his penis was throbbing. He shuddered and shivered as they manoeuvred him into position, once more stretching his legs widely apart.

To Timothy's horror, his penis was standing straight up in the air and his testicles had recoiled until they had become one very large bulge of flesh beneath the shaft of his penis.

Geraldene waited until he was looking at her at her, before she deliberately held the container of talcum powder high in the air and sprinkled it down upon his erect penis and swollen testicles. He shivered as the cool contents enveloped his smoothly shaven genitals.

"Oh look Patricia… his little Winkle is standing straight up in the air. I hope he is not going to wee-wee again. Little boys can make such an awful mess, especially when their Winkles are so stiff."

Geraldene observed the look of pure and exquisite embarrassment as it washed over his face. His dismay was almost palpable as she lowered her hand in a slow and deliberate motion towards his penis, watching the look of pure horror on his face as she placed the container between his legs and deftly took a firm hold of his throbbing shaft.

Looking him in the eye she began to smooth the powder up and down the length of his penis. She could feel the violence of his pulsing and throbbing flesh as she nonchalantly stimulated him to a fever pitch.

Patricia took the container and generously filled the palm of her hand with the glistening powder. She too looked into his eyes as she began to smooth the talcum powder over his swollen testicles.

The sensations became too much for Timothy, his penis began to throb violently. His mind was in turmoil as he realised that if they did not stop he would ejaculate. He began to move his head from side to side, his mind in turmoil. He could not contemplate the ignominy of ejaculating while the girl's seemed unaware of his plight.

"Ohhhhhh…. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssssse missssss… noooo. Er…. Please miss… er I am goinggggggggg to er… oooohhhhhhhh."

Patricia and Geraldene both looked at him as if surprised by his gyrations, although they both knew that he was near to ejaculation their outward expression appeared indifferent, as if they were unaware of his plight.

"Now try and keep still… there's a good boy. What on earth is the matter with you?"

She cocked an enquiring eyebrow at him as she began to squeeze his testicles in time with Geraldine's fingers. Their hands seemed to be in synchronisation as they rapidly stroked over his erect penis and squeezed his testicles.

The boy's head was thrashing from side to side as Patricia slipped the fingers of one hand between the cheeks of his bottom while she squeezed and fondled his testicles with the other. She could feel the contractions of his sphincter as she pressed the tip of her finger hard against the tightly puckered flesh.

"My, my… baby boys do seem to fidget so when they are having their little nappies changed. Now try and be a good boy and keep still while we powder you."

The calmness of Patricia's words was in contrast to the deft and practised movement of her hands. She could feel his sphincter contract violently as she pressed hard against the puckered star of flesh. His testicles seemed to be pulling upwards of their own volition, as she observed the strong throbbing of his penis beneath the rapidly moving fingers of Geraldine's hand.

"Now try and keep still my sweet baby… we'll soon have you all…."

Her words were curtailed by the anguished cry of the young boy as he suddenly and reluctantly ejaculated high into the air. Long ropes and globules of semen shot upwards as his tummy heaved and his hips shuddered in an anguished and prolonged orgasm.

"Arggggghhhhhhhhhhhh… Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh… misssssssssss."

Geraldine pumped even faster with her hand, making sure that the semen which had not already shot over her shoulder, landed on the towel between his widely spread legs. Neither Patricia nor Geraldene could hide their delight from each other as the young boy's body constricted until it was locked in a traumatic spasm, his pale torso arching as he was deftly and thoroughly milked of every last drop of his semen.

"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I'mmmmmmmmm soooooo sorrrrrrrryyy missssssssss. His lips were trembling and his face was almost purple with humiliation and anguish as both Patricia and Geraldene slowed their hands.

Patricia watched as Geraldene expertly elicited the last globules of semen from his penis, catching the final driblets with the edge of a towel.

"Oh dear Timothy… what on earth have you done. It seems little boys have no control at all. What a naughty thing to do!" Patricia looked across at Geraldene as she spoke. "Little boys are so much worse than little girls. Well never mind… at least you managed to keep stop him messing himself again. I don't know what we are going to do with him."

She looked at Timothy, his shameful face and tearstained eyes were certainly that of a very young boy. "Never mind sweetheart… little boys always seem to be having little accidents."

She watched as he began to cry in shame. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. She could feel the heat from his skin as she took his head in her arms and nestled him to her breasts. "There… there my poor baby boy… don't cry… we'll make it all better now just lie your little head back and relax." She laid his head down gently and smoothed his arms down above his head. She could clearly see the intoxicating effect her beauty had upon him as he lay childlike, looking up at her. She could not resist bending her head and gently kissing him on the lips, feeling his rapturous breath upon her cheek.

Gently they smoothed their hands over his body, soothing and claming him as he lay panting with emotion. Geraldene gently applied more talcum powder to his genitals, carefully avoiding the now acutely sensitive tip of his penis. Patricia gently lifted his hips as Geraldene slipped the new diaper under his bottom. She could see the boy blushing as she brought the material up between his widely parted legs and gently lifted his testicles as she tightened the fluffy nappy.

Patricia closed the sides of the diaper and Geraldene fastened the completed napkin with one of the large pins. Patricia stood next to Geraldene who was looking down at the boy. Mischievously she slipped her hand under her friends skirt and felt between her legs, the moistness immediately telling her of Geraldine's pleasure at the afternoon's events. She made sure that the boy's eyes were still closed before she grinned impishly at her friend.

"Just lie quietly now little Timmy… perhaps you are ready for an afternoon nap… little children should always have an afternoon nap."

Their mission accomplished, they left him to himself and returned to their desks. Patricia picked up the phone and spoke quietly for a few moments before replacing the receiver. She almost laughed out loud as she saw that Geraldene was walking quietly away to the bathroom.

It was perhaps twenty minutes later that the girls aroused Timothy. He had not heard the young nurse enter the room and looked at her sleepily. His composure was soon rudely disrupted when Patricia spoke to the nurse.

"I am afraid that Timothy here has been a naughty little boy and has… er… had a little accident. I am afraid he ejaculated as we were changing his nappy. I know little boys have a job to control any of their bodily functions, but I am afraid he took both Geraldine and I completely by surprise."

Timothy blushed furiously, his feeling of abject humiliation and shame returning to him in an instance. He wanted to speak… to try and explain, but it seemed the young nurse was having none of it.

"I am sorry you have had to witness such disgusting behaviour Patricia. It must have been distressful for you and Geraldine to have to witness this sort of behaviour when there was no medical reason for him to do such a thing."

Penny was aware that both Pat and Geraldine were near to giggling. She looked straight at the boy capturing his attention before he could see the smirk upon the girls faces.

Well Timothy my boy. You will still be required to give two samples for the doctor and so unfortunately I shall have to place you upon your hands and knees so that I can get a firm and unhindered pressure to your prostate gland. I will not let you shirk away from giving me two completely full samples, so you can look forward to a firm and vigorous milking."

She watched Timothy as tears of shame rolled down his blushing red cheeks. His bottom lip trembled as listened to the stern rebuke.

Penny could see his distress and softened her voice. She moved closer and stroked her hand upwards upon the inside of his thigh.

"Now promise me you will be a good little boy and I will let you have a nice big glass of milk and a little nap after I have positioned you on the table in the bathroom. Now let me help you up and then I will let you hold my hand while I take you into the main part of the house. Now just let have a little feel inside your nappy to check you over and then we will be ready to go"

Before the boy could protest, Penny had slipped her hand inside the waistband of his nappy. Without preamble she slid her hand down over his penis and cupped his testicles.

"Ermmm… yes." Her fingers squeezed his testicles gently. "I think there will be plenty there to give me two good samples. It is a good thing for that Miss Gail is still at the pool otherwise I think she would be warming your little bottom cheeks for your, don't you?"

Penny felt the boy shudder with shame as she squeezed his testicles once more before taking hold of his penis and examining the plump flesh within her fingers. Slowly she withdrew her hand, but not before she had felt an answering throb from the shaft of his timid member.

"Ah well Timothy, sometimes I forget just how immature little boys really are!"

Timothy was beyond coherent thought, such was his absolute shame, that he was completely incapable of uttering even the briefest of replies. Tears of shame and utter humiliation rolled down his face as the girls gently helped him from the table and he walked shakily towards the door.

Both Geraldine and Patricia watched as Penny bent her head and kissed him gently on his trembling lips and then took his hand in hers as she led him from the room.

*

It was five o'clock by the time Gail had driven Susan and Timothy back to Susan's house. Gail had seemed to have taken complete charge of the young boy. Vicki Grant had telephoned to say that she and Hazel were staying in town to have dinner and so would be not back until late. To Gail's utter delight, she had asked that both she and Susan bath Timothy before putting him to bed. She had also asked that they ring the nurse to tell her that neither Vicki nor Hazel would be available to help with the boy's semen extraction that evening.

Susan had telephoned the nurse while Gail had prepared Timothy's tea. Anxious that there would be some periods of normality, Gail had walked Timothy over to his own house and had waited downstairs while he went up to his bedroom to change into his normal clothes. He had reappeared in chinos and a T shirt and was wearing his favourite trainers upon his feet.

"Hey, that outfit really suits you," she had said.

She could immediately see the boost to his ego, although he could not help blushing at the compliment, as she watched him come down the stairs. Gail had smiled at him knowing full well that it would not be long before he was embarrassedly taking them all off again.

She thought back to the second milking session he had been subjected to at her mother's house. His torment had not been helped by the young nurse's absolute determination to extract two full samples from the helpless young boy.

Timothy shivered every time he thought back to the afternoon; to his utter shame he had been most thoroughly milked by the young nurse. Penny had placed him in the most embarrassing of positions making him thrust his young bottom high in the air as he knelt upon his elbows, his knees having already been spread wide apart by the two young sectretaries.

The presence of Mrs Hartman, had not only added to his embarrassment, but her beauty and almost regal appearance had made him feel humble and gauche.

He had been forced to give one of the most agonizing ejaculations yet. Patricia and Geraldine had held him captive while the young nurse, true to her word, had expertly elicited nearly a full rest tube of semen from him.

His embarrassment had been compounded by Gail who had held his head and made him look into her eyes while he was being milked.

Her words, rather than being comforting, had caused him even more embarrassment. "There's a brave little soldier… nurse is going to make your little penis spurt soon, so try and do your best. Patricia will squeeze your little testicles to help you fill the jar."

She had held his head steadily gazing into his eyes as he gasped and groaned. "There, there… it will soon be over… mummy is just going to smack your bottom a little bit as you squirt."

Indeed Constance Hartman had delighted in giving the young boy six sound slaps; his hips had bucked and writhed as he squirted helplessly and deliriously into the waiting test tube. They had left him lying on the massage table for over an hour, before Gail had come to rouse him.

He had shivered with trepidation when he realised that he had not been spared a second milking.

Instead Penny had made him stand with his legs spread widely apart. She had instructed Patricia and Geraldine to hold him with his arms outstretched and then lower him to a squatting position with his knees outstretched while she had inserted a well lubricated finger upwards into his bottom. The deep penetration had been aided by his widely spread cheeks, his sphincter stretched and unable to resist the deft penetration of her finger.

He had almost yelped with sensation as he stood upright, not only to feel that her finger had stayed within him, but incredibly had slid even further up inside his anus. The stiffened digit of her hand had prodded his prostate so effectively, that it caused him to shudder as she reached around and nonchalantly lifted his flaccid penis away from his body.

Cleverly Penny had made sure that the only adult left to help with her ministrations would be Constance Hartman. Constance did well to hide her delight as Penny asked innocently whether she would mind manipulating the boy's penis.

"I will be able to do a far better job if I only had to massage his prostate gland while you… er milk him. Would that be alright Mrs Hartman?"

Constance had moved to the boy's side and had taken a firm hold of his penis with one hand while cupping his testicles with the other, her deft handling demonstrating an obvious familiarity with the male genitalia.

"Oh thank you Mrs Hartman… he won't take but a moment to ejaculate in this position," she had said helpfully as she saw Susan pick up the new test tube and clutch it to her breasts.

Susan was aware that they had all looked at her. Defensively she had said; "I'll collect all his squirts shall I Mrs Hartman? Do I just hold this to the end of his little penis when I think he is ready to spurt?"

Gail had nearly laughed out loud as she heard Susan's words, instead she moved behind her and gently squeezed her bottom. If Timothy had not been looking Susan would have turned around and grinned at her friend.

Gail moved past Susan and stood in front of the young boy. She had looked him straight in the eye and whispered to him.

"Now be a good boy… and give nurse some nice strong squirts when the time comes. I will be watching you… so do your best for me will you?" Gail felt a thrill of satisfaction when she saw the boy blush an even deeper red at her words.

She rested her delicate hand against his heaving chest as she kissed him on the cheek. Constance had felt the boy's penis throb in her hand. She felt sure that it was in direst response to Gail's kiss.

Although they had all been referring to his "little" penis, Constance Hartman was well aware that the male organ she held in her hand was unusually well developed for such a young boy.

*

Now as Susan and Gail sat in the kitchen of Vicki Grant's picturesque cottage they talked avidly about the events of the last few days. Gail had made sure that the kitchen door was closed and that Timothy, who was laid upon the settee in the sitting room, was well absorbed in watching the television set. They had waited until the boy had settled down to watch his programs before changing their clothes. Both girls had giggled and laughed at the transformation as they had stood in front of Susan's mirror and admired themselves.

Gail looked at Susan. "You realise that he has already changed his attitude to you, don't you? If you think about it… he was used to addressing you as Susan… and now if you have noticed… he calls you either miss… or miss Susan."

She leaned forward, her beautiful and breasts pressing sensuously against the sheer silk of her blouse. Neither girl was wearing a bra; instead they had carefully chosen outfits from Gail's wardrobe and tried them on in Gail's lavish bedroom. Their outfits combined a formal look with more than a hint of sexiness. The outlandishly expensive material of their navy skirts and white silk shirts had seemed to cling and then swing free of their young bodies in such a mesmerising way, that even Constance Harman had commented on their appearance. Rather than wear the clothes for their journey back to Susan's house, Gail had carefully packed the clothes in a suitcase so that they could surprise the young boy. She also carried in her bag several other items that her mother had said 'may come in handy'.

"That is what I mean about moulding his psyche," she continued. "Eventually when Hazel leaves… we… and I do mean we, will be able to continue with a more authoritarian attitude over him.

His mother would never be able to cope with all the problems of a teenaged boy if he were a wild youth and mixing with the wrong sort. So I think she will just be thankful that we are his friends… and grateful that his 'out of school' time is taken up with people that she knows and trusts. I would just love to be in Hazel's position… I mean," Gail rolled her eyes, "did you just see how she spanked him… wow!"

She leaned forward as Susan beckoned to whisper to her. "Well you said we are going to spank him tonight… and I for one just can't wait."

Gail laughed. "Calm down my pretty one… patience is a virtue."

Gail giggled again and put her finger to her lips as she heard the doorbell ring. "Shhh…" she motioned to Susan as she called out. "Oh Timothy see who that is at the front door would you sweetie."

Both girls knew exactly who would be waiting outside, but hesitated for a moment before quietly opening the kitchen door and peeping along the corridor. They watched as the young boy answered the door. Gail would have loved to have been able to see his face as he stepped back in astonishment at the sight of the two young nurses. While Timothy's back was turned, both Susan and Gail quickly made their way to the sitting room and seated themselves primly upon the settee.

Gail felt a thrill run through her beautiful body as Timothy entered the room, his face already blushing profusely. His look of astonishment at the sight of Susan and Hazel in their white shirts and navy skirts brought a look of astonishment and terror to his face. Gail ignored him and looked up at Penny.

"Do take a seat both of you and er… Timothy… would you go the bathroom please and take off all of your clothes. I want you stripped completely naked. Now don't dawdle, the nurses are very busy. Just strip off as quickly as you can and wait for the nurses to come through."

She pretended to ignore the look of pure terror on his face as she looked at the two young nurses. "It's Tina isn't it… if you remember, I saw you at the school medical examinations? Now, would you both have time for a cup of tea before you give little Timmy his enema?" She looked back at the horror struck boy. "Come along Timothy… don't just stand there off you go, I want you stripped bare and ready for your treatment."

She watched as his face blushed as red as beetroot. Reluctantly he turned away and stumbled rather than walked towards the bathroom. She made sure that her voice was raised enough for him to hear as she spoke to Penny. "I thought Susan and I might observe you as you give him his enema. I need to be sure that he behaves himself and sometimes a smacked bottom seems the only way with young Timmy."

Timothy was so humiliated that he could hardly see the door handle through his tears of shame as he stumbled into the bathroom.

His emotional state was such that tears ran down his cheeks as he looked around the large tiled room. He saw that towels had already been laid out across the table and also that several new jars of lubricant and gels had been set up on a low table next to the cast iron bath. He shivered at the thought of his impending treatment as he caught sight of the toilet, surely Susan and Gail would not be there to watch him as he evacuated into the bowl. He shivered in dread as he began to undo the belt of his trousers.

Somehow, the sight of Susan and Gail had distressed and embarrassed him thoroughly. Their style of dress had lent them an extra air of formality and authority which seemed to diminish his sense of self esteem, although if he were to admit it, he had very little self esteem left.

He blushed again at the thought of the two girls witnessing his humiliating treatment. He could not have explained his confusion when he saw them sitting primly on the settee. Their appearance had immediately brought home to him the absolute and total embarrassment of his position.

The expression on his face as he had first caught sight of them, had instantly confirmed to the girls, that the style, appearance and the fine quality of the clothes that they were wearing, was the perfect choice with which to impose their authority.

The sensual smoothness of the material of their white shirts and navy blue skirts had the effect of making them seem older and at the same time confirming their superiority in a stunningly visual way. Gail and Susan both knew that their presence during his humiliating ordeal would be heightened by the formality of their dress… providing a complete and shameful contrast to his nakedness.

Timothy fumbled with the buckle of his trousers, his trembling fingers hardly able to cope with the simple task of undressing. He had taken off his shoes and socks and had pulled his T shirt over his head and laid it on the seat of one of the bathroom chairs.

In shame he took off his trousers, standing naked apart from his underpants as he laid his trousers over the back of the chair. He shivered in shame as he hooked his fingers in to the waistband of his underpants. In utter humiliation he felt his turgid penis spring free from the confines of the material as he lowered the garment to his ankles.

He stepped out of his underpants and through tearful eyes, stuffed them underneath his T-shirt.

Out of sheer desperation at the embarrassment of his position he clasped his hands to his naked groin. The shame at being made to wait naked in the large bathroom, knowing that four pretty females would be coming through to view his nakedness, was so strong that he felt near to fainting.

He stood cowering as, to his utter dismay, he heard the door handle turn. He looked up to see that only Susan had entered the room. He quickly looked down, clasping his hands firmly to his genitals as he pressed his knees together. His whole face and much of his chest was covered in a deep flush of redness as Susan nonchalantly looked him over from head to toe.

"My, my… you are in a state." She said as she approached the blushing boy. Hold your head up and let me see your face." Timothy shivered and groaned inwardly as she held out her hand and lifted his chin until he was looking into her eyes.

"Oh dear, I suppose you feel embarrassed at being naked, is that what it is Timothy?"

Timothy blushed even more as she held his chin so that he could not avoid her enquiring look. His shame was paramount as she looked at him sympathetically. Her pretty face, serene and beautifully made up, seemed in utter contrast to his own blushing and perspiring countenance.

He shivered in shame as she let go of his chin and walked to the table. She smoothed her hands over the fluffy towels which had been laid on the table and turned and looked at him as he stood crouched and cowering. He stared at her in utter anguish as she announced her intentions.

"The nurses want you arranged upon the table, so I thought that I would get you positioned while they have their cup of tea. Now you are not going to give me any difficulty are you… my little Timothy."

He blushed profusely as she looked him in the eye and crooked her finger, beckoning him to approach the table.

His bottom lip began to quiver as he reluctantly approached her. He flinched with anguish as she laid her hand upon his shoulder. His reluctant gesture seemed to stiffen her resolve. Quickly she grasped him around the waist and with a vigour that surprised him; she smacked him several times upon his bottom cheeks. His surprise and humiliation showed in his face as she stood him up straight and looked him in the eye.

"Now Timothy, you are obviously not going to behave yourself without having to be disciplined. I want you to put your hands upon your head and stand with your back to the table. I won't ask you again, instead I will take one of your tennis shoes and bend you over and give your bare bottom a sound spanking."

Timothy could not believe his ears. His mind could not come to terms with the fact that, less than a week ago, Susan had been the girl next door in every sense of the expression. She had joked with him and praised his expertise in helping her mother out with some of the small maintenance jobs in the cottage. Although he had always been in awe of her beauty… and the fact that she was older than himself, he had never the less felt that she was a friend.

Now he was standing naked before her and being instructed to uncover his penis and testicles to her gaze, at the threat of being soundly spanked with his own training shoe.

He shivered in shame; his whole body shuddering as he slowly took his hands from his groin, his eyes involuntarily looking down in shame as his plump penis sprang forward.

Susan also felt a shiver run through her body, but there the similarity ended. She felt a delicious tingle between her legs as she gloated in triumph at the naked boy, watching him as he hesitantly placed his hands upon the top of his head.

She did not try and disguise the fact that she was looking straight at his penis and testicles as she stepped backwards. Instead she instructed him firmly. "Now Timothy, stand with your legs apart and straighten your back. I intend that you will obey me without question. I know it may be embarrassing for a child to have to stand with his legs apart and show his little willy, but I promise you that I will be forced to smack you very hard if you dare to disobey me again."

Timothy blushed mightily; he could feel the heat from his cheeks and neck as he reluctantly looked at her. She stepped forward and grasped his penis in her delicate hand, holding him firmly as she looked into his eyes.

"Now spread those legs and place your back against the edge of the table." She could not help another thrill running through her body as she gently tapped his penis before letting him go. She stood back and watched as he struggled with his desire to cover his genitals. Hesitantly he stood as he had been instructed, acutely aware of his shaven pubic area and genitals as he spread his legs and arched his back against the edge of the table.

Susan felt dominant and confident as she realised that the boy was following her orders without further question.

"Now I want you to tell me that you will promise to obey me without any further nonsense. Now look at me and tell me!"

Timothy was shivering from head to foot, his shame and humiliation paramount as he stood bared and shamed in front of the pretty young girl. Susan looked cool and calm as he stammered his reply.

"I'm sorry er… er… miss er.. Susan… er I promise to be good." Tears rolled down his cheeks as Susan gently placed her delicate fingers against his burning cheek.

"There, there never mind… be a good little boy and follow my instructions." Her voice was soft and gentle, causing him to feel even more embarrassed as he stood naked before her.

She spoke softly and gently, as a mother would to a young baby. "Now sweetheart, I want you to sit up on the middle of the table and lay back. Do you think you could do that for me, mmm… sweetie?

Timothy's complete humiliation and confusion seemed to culminate in a mist before his eyes. He somehow found the strength to push himself up on to the table. He felt utterly stupid and gauche as he shuffled his bottom into the middle and then laid back. His humiliation was cruelly sensitising every nerve ending in his body as he performed the shameful act of laying back and rudely exposing himself so openly.

His chest heaved with emotion as he saw Susan looking down at his bare body. He flinched as her slender fingers came to rest upon the inside of his thigh. Slowly and reluctantly, he obeyed her instruction. "Open those legs nice and wide… spread your knees until they are over the sides of the table. The nurses want a full and unhindered access to your little bottom… there we are… that's the way."

Susan was inwardly gloating; a full and invigorating sense of triumph pervaded her body as she moved to the side of the table and placed her hand gently upon his heaving chest. She looked over his naked body, seeing that his plump penis now hung gown between his widely stretched legs. His swollen testicles seemed to move up and down of their own volition as his chest heaved with shame and humiliation.

She saw that even through his embarrassment he could not help looking at her. Deliberately she moved her hand from his chest and made absolutely sure his eyes were following the movement of her hand, before delicately taking hold of the tip of his penis between her finger and thumb.

She could clearly see his body quake in embarrassment and acute sensation as she lifted the plump flesh, until she held it completely upright from his body.

"Argghhh…." He moaned as she felt the flesh suddenly throb between her fingers.

"Now keep still. I just want to slip your foreskin back and expose your penis fully to make sure that it is completely free and that you are not sore." Susan had chosen her words carefully to ensure that Timothy would be further embarrassed.

Timothy could not help his emotions. He could feel his penis begin to throb as the flesh engorged. His humiliation knew no bounds as he watched and felt the fingers of her other hand wrap themselves around the shaft of his throbbing member.

Susan drew in a deep breath as she felt another thrill course through her body. She held her breath as she prepared to savour the moment. Delicately she stretched his penis upwards and with the fingers of her other hand, slipped the foreskin slowly down the shaft. She could feel a series of quick throbs pulse beneath her fingers as the boys hips jerked with violent sensation. She held the foreskin back, stretching the skin tightly as she felt his penis begin to throb and pulse constantly, burgeoning into a hard shaft of flesh.

His body could not resist the acuteness of the sexual stimulation and his hips jerked in response to her clever manipulation of his flesh.

Her voice was cool and calm, concealing the excitement she felt as subjected the boy to extreme stimulation.

"Try and keep still Timothy, I want to look beneath your foreskin. We can't have you being sore behind here, can we?" She teased her finger around the rim of his erect penis as if to illustrate her point, her fingers no longer necessary to hold the flesh upright.

A droplet of clear liquid emerged from the tip of his penis as she slid the foreskin upwards and over the rim of the glans.

"Oh dear Timothy, little boys seem to have no control. Look at you, your penis has become erect and there is already a drop of liquid coming out of it. I will have to get a tissue and wipe it for you." Susan was secretly delighted as the boy turned his head away in shame.

She took her hands from him and walked to the low table by the bath. She saw that next to the tissues was a box of latex gloves which had been propped against a large jar of lubricant. On impulse she took a pair of the gloves and sensuously slid them on her hands. Next she took the large jar of lubricant and a several pieces of tissue and walked back to the table.

She placed the jar between his legs and took a tissue. Deftly she took hold of his penis, hearing him groan as she expertly skinned his foreskin back to reveal the large bulbous head.

"Argghhhh…ooooOOOHHH." He groaned as she nonchalantly wiped the drop of glistening liquid from the end of his penis. She delighted in the writhing of his hips as she casually wiped around the glans of his penis. She held him firmly making sure that the soft tissue made good contact with the sensitive parts of his penis.

"Now come along shuffle down the table, I want your legs hanging over the end and your bottom right on the edge." She watched him blush and noted the look of anguish on his face as she took the jar of lubricant from between his legs and unscrewed the top. She waited patiently as he struggled to do her bidding. When he had his bottom far enough towards the edge of the table she put down the container of lubricant and placed her hands on his thigh.

"Right young man… lets have these legs hanging over the side so that your bottom is nice and accessible." She saw his immediate blush as she pulled his thigh towards her until his calf was hanging over the edge of the table. She walked around to the other side and pulled his other thigh even further apart until the crook of his knee was over the edge of the table and his lower leg was hanging down.

"Now stretch your arms out along the bed behind you head… come along push them out and stretch your fingers… there that's the way." She watched delightedly as he innocently obeyed her, his young perfectly proportioned body was stretched out before her, his penis and testicles bared and his bottom open and available for her pleasure.

The result of her positioning of the boy had left him with his legs spread so widely apart that his sphincter was completely revealed. She moved to the bottom edge of the table between his legs and deftly slipped her cupped hand underneath his plump testicles. "Arggghhh… ssssssss"

He hissed in embarrassment as she gently lifted the delicate orbs and peered between his bottom cheeks. She could see that his penis was still pulsing as it stood pointing straight up towards the ceiling. She loved the feeling of holding his testicles in her hand. It seemed to her that she held his entire essence. She scored her finger nails over the tight skin of his scrotum, marvelling at the way the skin recoiled as she stimulated it.

She turned her attention to his buttocks, admiring the firm and beautifully contoured flesh. She could not have explained why she had an urgent impulsive desire to thrust her hand hard between his cheeks as if she was impaling him. Susan had already learned a lot about herself, her increasing confidence in handling the boy had already pleased her and she intended to be very much a part of the boy's immediate future.

"Yes I think you accessible enough; I am just going to lubricate your bottom so that you are nice and greasy for the nurse to slip the nozzle up into your bottom." Her words were again designed to increase his embarrassment.

She reached forward to retrieve the jar of lubricant and waited with the jar held overtly in her hands until at last, her hesitation caused him to look up at her.

He blushed as she deliberately dipped two fingers into the jar and drew them out very slowly, allowing globules of the viscous and glistening lubricant to drip back into the jar. She placed the jar on to the table by his waist and looked him in the eye.

"Now I want no fidgeting… do you hear me?" Timothy looked at her in horror as she deliberately lifted his testicles, her delicate fingers cupping his scrotum delicately and sensuously.

"Now relax your bottom and allow me proper access." Her words were immediately accompanied by the firm pressure of her lubricated fingers against his sphincter as she pushed them rudely between his bottom cheeks.

"Ooooohhhh… er.. er… misssss." His embarrassment was paramount as she began to rotate her fingers around the sensitive outer flesh of his sphincter. Slowly and inexorably he felt his sphincter being penetrated, until suddenly her forefinger entered into his bottom.

"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh." He cried, as she deftly pushed her finger up into him. She could feel her whole body vibrate with the thrill and sensation of impaling his bottom with her finger. She pushed deeper, immediately feeling the swollen mound of flesh of his prostate against her fingertip.

"Now keep still, while I just rotate my finger." Her words were almost lost in his groans of protestation.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Hooo… hooo" His head shook from side to side as he moaned and groaned in his tormented state.

She could not believe the anguish she produced in him at each firm touch of her finger against his prostate. Cruelly she added to his torment as she spoke softly and gently.

"Open wide, there's a good boy." Her words merely fuelled his utter humiliation as she swirled her finger around, deep inside his bottom. Susan could not believe the absolute thrill she felt each time she elicited another groan from the boy. She realized that she was delighting as much in the boys sensual torment as in the feel of his beautiful body. She felt the opening of his bottom relax as he tried to draw his bottom away from her busy fingers. Instinctively she pressed her middle finger against the pulsating muscle of his sphincter, feeling it slip inside easily beside her forefinger as she increased the pressure.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh… oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh… please missssss."

His cry of torment was accompanied by a small spurt of clear liquid from the end of his penis. She immediately slowed her fingers, suddenly fearful that he might lose all control.

"There we are Timothy, that wasn't so bad, was it now?" Her words were spoken calmly. "Now just keep still while I slip my fingers out of your little bottom. Really Timothy I never realized how much fuss little boys make over such simple things." Her demeaning words caused him to hang his head to the side as she slipped her fingers out of his bottom with a satisfying sucking noise.

Casually she wiped her gloved finger on a tissue and moved to stand by his waist, looking down at his bright red face. "Now keep still, while I clean you once more. I can see that you are obviously not concerned about the rude state of your penis. I just hope that we never catch you playing with yourself. Just think how embarrassing it would be to have to be spanked for playing with your penis."

Timothy blushed immediately, his upper body suddenly erupting in an abundance of bright red flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut in utter embarrassment as Susan chided him. Susan smiled to herself as she took hold of his penis in a satisfyingly firm grip and slid his foreskin down the shaft of his penis in one deft and practiced movement.

She could feel his flesh shudder in utter degradation as she nonchalantly wiped the sensitive flesh without thought to his humiliation.

She stood back and waited for him to open his eyes before speaking to him. "Now Timothy, I want you to really stretch those arms out behind you and keep exactly in the position I have put you. I hope for your sake that your penis subsides before the nurses see you… I am sure that they would be shocked by your rude behaviour."

She looked down at his naked body, his legs splayed widely apart showing off his plump testicles. His penis still standing straight up from his smoothly shaven flesh. "I warn you that if you have moved from this position I will take you over my knee and spank your bare little bottom cheeks."

Timothy felt butterflies in his stomach as he looked up at the beautiful girl. She looked cool and self assured as she admonished him. He could not believe how open and exposed he felt as he watched her lay her delicate hand upon his tummy. He shuddered in embarrassment as she causally examined his naked body.

He had never had his legs stretched so widely apart before and the position humiliated him beyond belief. He watched in horror as she nonchalantly smoothed her hand over his tummy and smoothly shaven pubis, until her fingertips were touching the shaft of his erect penis. He groaned as she suddenly raised her hand and tapped the bulbous tip, making the plump and throbbing flesh sway backwards and forwards.

He felt utterly drained of any self respect, his utter embarrassment paramount as she looked him in the eye. Her expression was almost mocking as she made sure that he was paying complete attention to her.

"Well Timothy, are you going to obey me… and stay exactly in this position?"

His answer delighted Susan so much, that she found it hard to contain her feeling of utter triumph.

"Oh… yes miss. I promise I will always obey you ... er I didn't mean any harm… erm I'm just so embarrassed er… miss Susan."

She tapped his erect penis once more and then instinctively bent low over his outstretched body. Stretching out her arm she took a firm hold on his penis and lowered her head to his and suddenly kissed him full on the lips. She could feel his heart pounding as she pushed her tongue into his mouth and at the same time slid his foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis in a rapid motion.

As she pulled her mouth away from his, she could feel his breath upon her cheek. She looked into his eyes, seeing the look of rapture and supplication in his young eyes.

Susan felt she was walking on air; such was her triumph as she turned to him once more. She could not help herself as she suddenly decided to further embarrass the boy.

"The nurses will be in shortly to slip a nozzle up into your bottom and when they have finished they will take you through to the examination room to have your little penis milked… so be a good boy and just wait quietly."

He groaned in anguish as he watched her walk to the door, his humiliation distressingly complete when he saw that his erect penis was throbbing and pulsing violently as it pointed straight up towards his head.

Susan gave the boy one last look as she held the door open. She could see that his penis was bouncing up and down the head touching his tummy then pulsating upwards in an involuntary cycle. She smiled to herself as she imagined what Gail's expression would be when she got a chance to tell her exactly how she had handled their young charge.

It did not seem many moments later that Timothy heard the handle turn and the bathroom door open. He groaned in dismay as he saw the two nurses enter the room. They were quickly followed by Susan and Gail. He could not help turning his head in shame as the nurses put down the bags they were carrying and began unpacking the contents on to the small table by the bath.

It was Gail who approached him; bending over his head she looked into his eyes and gently laid her hand flat on his tummy. To Timothy's utmost embarrassment, he felt his penis begin to throb violently, the shaft bobbing upwards away from his tummy and then bouncing back with a slap. He looked at Gail almost pleadingly as if she might extricate him from his embarrassing position. Her expression was soft and caring as she leaned her face close to his and gently kissed him on his parted lips.

The gesture caused Timothy to look up at her beautiful face in awe as she whispered softly to him. "Poor baby… never mind it will all be over soon." She casually slid her hand down over his tummy, her fingers brushing against the head of his penis as she slipped her delicate fingers between his widely spread legs. He gasped in shock as she gently encased his scrotum and lifted his testicles free of his body.

"There… sweetheart, it won't be long before we empty your little plums for you, so just lay back and keep your hands stretched out, like a brave little soldier."

Timothy blushed so violently that Gail could feel the heat from his cheeks as she looked into his eyes. She noticed that his pupils had almost defocused with the utter embarrassment of his humiliating position. She felt a thrill run through her as she straightened up, leaning over his hips so that she could examine his testicles in detail. She could not resist letting her hand roam over his flesh as she lifted the soft orbs upwards.

He has the most perfect body of any boy I have ever seen, thought Gail as she stroked one hand over his tummy, her fingers brushing against his throbbing erection, as she held his scrotum up from between his legs.

It was not many minutes before Gail and Susan were able to step back and watch as the nurses deftly took charge of the young boy. A lubricated gloved hand was quickly thrust between his bottom cheeks as Tina used her other hand to lift his testicles out of the way. The boy's gasps and groans let the girl's know that his bottom had been penetrated almost immediately. Susan and Gail watched as Tina's hand thrust hard up in-between his bottom cheeks as he was deftly impaled. Gail leaned forward to see that Tina was already probing deep inside his bottom with two fingers.

"Argggggggggggg…ooooooooooohhhhh." Timothy could not contain himself as he felt the fingers abruptly withdraw from his bottom cheeks and be immediately replaced by a hard bulbous object. His hips rose up from the table in anguish, as his sphincter was skilfully penetrated by the enema nozzle.

Tina's voice was quite causal and measured as she turned her head to Gail and Susan. "I am using a large sized nozzle; it is an excellent device for making the water swirl up inside him… and it will also keep his sphincter stretched so that I can use two fingers to penetrate him while Penny is milking his penis."

Timothy was cocooned in a mist of humiliating anguish as he listened to the nurse casually explain her methods to Susan and Gail.

For Gail and Susan, the absolute thrill of the boy's torment was a pleasure to be savoured. Whether his young body was writhing with pain or pleasure made no difference to the thrill they felt. To be able to control his emotions… to watch his pale torso arch in anguished emotion, was such a fulfilling sight that neither girl intended to ever deny themselves this new-found pleasure.

Tina attached the large clear plastic bag of liquid to the flange of the stainless steel nozzle; nonchalantly she continued probing his bottom, watching the device move easily in and out of his sphincter as Penny placed her fingers around the enema bag. "He has obviously only recently been to the lavatory, his bottom seems clean, but penny is going to give him two bags full anyway." She turned to Timothy and spoke sharply. "Have you just been to the toilet Timothy?"

Timothy could hardly answer such was his distress. Tina had not lessened her vigorous probing of his bottom, instead she seemed to punctuate her words with even firmer thrusts of the large bulbous nozzle.

"Oooohhhh… errr ooooohh yesssss…misssssss."

His words ended with a hiss of anguish as Penny suddenly squeezed the bag, sending a fierce gush of water deep into his colon.

"There… that is obviously having an effect, I'll just attach the second bag and fill you up and then you can evacuate into the toilet bowl." Penny smiled at the stricken boy as she closed off the large nozzle and detached the empty bag. The boy was left with the nozzle sticking out of his bottom like a large dildo. Gail and Susan smiled as they saw how his hips squirmed as Tina deliberately pushed and pulled the nozzle to demonstrate to the girls how firmly it was being held by the muscles of his sphincter. Penny casually attached an even larger bag of fluid to the stainless steel flange and began to squeeze the bag with a steady pressure.

Gail could see the anguish on the young boys face as Tina casually took hold of his penis as well as his testicles and squeezed them firmly.

For Timothy, the sensation of having his penis touched never lessened. He could feel every nuance of the incredible touch of her cool fingers as she wrapped them around the sensitive skin below the glans. The causal way that she teased the foreskin down the shaft, baring him completely, caused him untold embarrassment and sexual trauma. He could feel the fingers of her other hand deliberately envelop his scrotum and her grip tighten as she held him firmly. It humiliated him beyond belief that she could so casually control his every emotion, her cool expression appearing almost callous as she looked at his face.

"Just a few more squeezes of the enema bag and we will let you go to the toilet… there.. how's that?" Penny need not have asked the question as she saw the boy writhe around with the sensation of the water filling his tummy.

Timothy was in turmoil. The water seemed to have filled him completely. He could feel a firm and urgent pressure to expel as the nurses held him for a few minutes before putting their hands under his bottom and almost lifting him from the table. He felt the nozzle stretch his sphincter wide as it was deftly removed. A wad of dressing was quickly thrust between the cheeks of his bottom as the nurses helped him to a sitting position and then off the bed and on to the floor, helping him to walk almost bowlegged towards the lavatory bowl.

He was blushing furiously as he looked at Gail and Susan who were standing in the middle of the room watching his every move. Their expressions gave no clue as to the thrill they were feeling at seeing him being so thoroughly and expertly humiliated at the hands of the young nurses. They stood relaxed, their expressions cool and appraising. The prim and elegantly cut skirts and blouses added to their authoritarian stature and distanced them in rank from the blushing and humiliated young boy.

Timothy felt utterly awkward and foolish. He had no defence against the unending onslaught of degrading humiliation. One of the nurses held his arms to steady him, while the other firmly held the wad of dressing between the cheeks of his bottom. He was acutely aware of his erection as his penis bobbed to and from between his legs as he walked between the two young nurses. He could not help looking up as he passed Gail and Susan, to see whether they had noticed his erection swaying to and fro between his legs. His cheeks caught fire in a stomach wrenching wave of embarrassment, as he saw their raised eyebrows at his shameful plight. Their pretty faces seemed to have an amused and yet disdainful look, as if his erection was to be the expected behaviour from such a naughty child.

The next twenty minutes seemed to engulf Timothy into a mire of such deep embarrassment and humiliation that he trembled and shook through the entire proceedings. His body was cocooned in a seemingly endless aura of shameful blushing.

After he had embarrassingly voided the contents of his tummy into the toilet bowl, he was made to bend and touch his toes. A large syringe was deftly inserted between the cheeks of his bottom and then pushed further up until it slipped through his sphincter. The ensuing gush of water made him stand upright, as if an electric shock had been applied to his bottom.

Again the nurses had sat him on the toilet and waited while he shamefully voided. His feeling of utter humiliation accumulated with each procedure, until he felt totally drained of any self respect. Such was his shame that he trembled and shook as they stood him in the large bath and bathed him. His embarrassment and shock was apparent to everyone, as his foreskin was deftly pulled back and his throbbing penis exposed fully.

Shivering with shame, he was laid back upon the table while the nurses dried and powdered him, his legs being held high up in the air as extra talcum was applied deftly and summarily between the quivering cheeks of his bottom.

When the nurses were entirely satisfied with his preparation, he was led briskly into the examination room and perfunctorily laid on the examination couch. He had moaned and groaned as both Tina and Penny hoisted his legs in to the stirrups so that his knees were bent backwards towards his chest. A folded towel was placed under the small of his back, further elevating his bottom from the surface of the examination table.

"There that should make you nice and accessible when I come and pop my fingers up into your little bottom." Tina had said embarrassingly, as she deliberately patted his bottom, emphasising the absolute rude and open exposure of his young naked body.

The girls had left him in this position and exited the room, leaving him to ponder his fate in a blinding fever of anguish and shame.

*

"The Chablis is from my mother's cellar… I hope you like it," Gail said as she finished handing the glasses to Susan and the two nurses."

"I had noticed that everything that you have seems to be of the best," Tina said, her tone completely without malice or envy, as she took her glass. "I think our young boy in the next room would certainly fit in with the quality of your er… possessions quite nicely."

Gail had to smile, realising that perhaps Tina had already guessed some of her intentions. Gail leaned back and sipped from her glass as Tina continued.

"When I saw him at the school medicals, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He really is perfection isn't he… I have seen a lot of naked young boys… and fancied rather a lot of them, but I have never seen any boy that comes close to the physical perfection of Timothy." Tina was not the least embarrassed as Penny and Susan had looked at her quizzically as she had mentioned fancying some of the boys at their medicals.

"Look I would never admit it at work, but I often deliberately embarrass a boy. I have made lots of them ejaculate when I have bathed them or shaved them. If I am working on my own I like to massage their prostates, some of them don't even know what's happening until suddenly they are spurting all over the place." She smiled at Gail. "I know one thing, I envy you having Timothy to play with… he's delicious." The girls could not help grinning as Tina sat back and made a funny face.

Gail looked serious for a moment and then spoke. "I need to ask you something… er both Susan and I… er well, perhaps more…er… me actually, would like you to make him ejaculate only once. I would like him to have something left for when we put him to bed… If you don't mind?"

Tina laughed and patted Gail's knee. "Think nothing of it, however you would be surprised how many more times, that young man in there is capable of ejaculating.

His output is more than most mature men can manage. There is nothing physically wrong with him as such.... and eventually, when he becomes sexually active, he will just be someone who has a high sexual drive… lucky, lucky lady I say."

The Girl's giggled in unison as Tina pulled another funny face and slipped her hand down on to her lap… "God I feel… erm… well you know." She raised her eyes to heaven as all the girls erupted into peels of laughter.

Timothy's embarrassment knew no bounds as the girls walked into the examination room. His rude and widely spread position afforded him not one vestige of dignity. He almost jumped off the bed as Gail leaned over him and placed her hands on each of his nipples, her beautiful face coming close to his as she whispered to him.

"There sweet boy, lay back and relax… nurse is going to milk your little penis… so try and be a brave little boy and not make a fuss. Now promise me you will be good and I will give you a little kiss while nurse pops her fingers into your bottom. Now relax the muscles in your bottom for me, so that she can slip right up inside you."

Susan, who was standing at the head of the bed, leaned forward. Her soft breasts pressed against his forearms as she placed her hands upon his shoulders, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Gail leaned forward too; she could feel the heat of his body as she pressed her soft breasts against his trembling flesh. Her fingers gently toyed with his nipples as she pressed her lips to his and forced her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him deeply as she raised one hand to signal to Tina.

She could not resist the thrill that ran through her body as she felt the boy try to rear up as she realised that Tina had slipped her greased fingers up between the cheeks of his bottom. The young nurse's fingers urgently searched for the tightened muscles of his sensitive sphincter. She hesitated… savouring the moment before deftly pushing upwards, slipping her slender finger right up through his quivering orifice.

Gail could feel the boy's entire body shiver with emotion as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Her action stifled any cry of protest that the young boy might utter. She could feel his anguish as Penny deftly slipped the skin of his foreskin down to the very base of the shaft of his penis. Her fingers curled tightly around his timid flesh, before she started milking his throbbing member. Her strokes were fast and urgent as Tina located the plump mound of his prostate gland. Gail knew that she would soon have to let the boy take a breath. His young body trembled with emotion as his chest heaved upwards and his back arched in absolute torment.

She drew back her head and watched as his mouth opened wide and he inhaled deeply. His eyes were wide open, deocussed in anguished sensation as the nurses quickly stimulated him to an almost unbearable frenzy of emotion.

He looked at Gail, his eyes betraying every nuance of his utter humiliation as he gazed at her beautiful countenance. Her perfect beauty and cool appraisal of his distress, added to his feeling of degradation. Her small, perfectly formed mouth and beautiful large eyes betrayed nothing of the absolute thrill she felt as the boy groaned in utter torment. His young torso was heaving with emotion as he fought to control his senses.

"Poor baby, never mind it will all be over soon… try and be a brave little boy, I am sure the nurse is being as gentle as she can." Gail looked around to see that, rather than being gentle, Penny was milking him with her right hand, his penis engulfed in a rapid and vigorous motion. The fingers of her other hand were wrapped around his scrotum, lifting and squeezing his testicles as Tina expertly slipped a second finger straight up into his bottom. Tina was already holding the test tube as she winked at Gail in a conspiring gesture, as if to tell her that the boy was already at the very edge of ejaculating.

"Arrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The boy moaned in absolute distress as Gail moved her face closer to his.

"There, the nurse is just going to make you ejaculate, try and do your best for me… I want a nice full test tube for the doctor. Now keep looking at me so that I can make sure you are doing your best… there… that's the way…let me have a nice big squirt… there that's the way."

Gail's softly spoken words seemed to spur the boy on. His penis erupted with a violent ejaculation. Large globules of semen shot into the jar as Tina casually held it against the tip of his penis. Gail could see that she was jabbing rapidly between the widely spread cheeks of his bottom as he moaned and groaned his way through a deep and wracking orgasm. His chest was thrust upwards and his back was arching off the surface of the bed. He gulped and gasped for breath as the young nurses held him in the throes of agony and exctasy.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… misssssssssssssssssssssss." To Gail's absolute delight, it was to her that he looked at as his penis erupted with eruption after eruption of thick semen into the waiting rest tube.

She looked back quickly, watching in fascination as his penis continued to erupt in an endless and violent expression of thick, milky white globules of semen.

She turned back to him and lowered her head to his. Her kiss was one of delicious emotion, as she trust her tongue deep into his throat, robbing him of his breath at the very point he needed it most.

Her lips held him in the absolute throws of utter abandonment. Her instinctive knowledge of his dilemma thrilled her more than she could have possibly expected.

Clinically and deftly the girls manipulated his body, agonisingly plundering his tender emotions to such an extent that he felt he would explode with the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Gail suddenly released his lips, watching his young body heave and shudder as he drew precious air into his lungs. Her beautiful face seemed to mesmerise him as blackness surrounded his peripheral vision and for a moment he lost all control.

The girls caressed him, smoothing their delicate fingers over his body as he struggled to regain control of his senses. He gasped as Tina's fingers were gently slipped from in-between his bottom cheeks and his testicles were squeezed firmly. He shuddered as Penny nonchalantly coaxed the last vestiges of semen from his rigid and throbbing member. He could feel the cool touch of her fingers as she slipped his foreskin upwards over the sensitive glans of his penis. She could feel every anguished tremor of his body as she casually went about her business.